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"
It
is
too
late
,
"
he
said
.
He
remembered
Lizzie
’
s
words
.
"
I
am
a
sick
man
—
oh
,
not
my
body
.
It
is
my
soul
,
my
brain
.
I
seem
to
have
lost
all
values
.
I
care
for
nothing
.
If
you
had
been
this
way
a
few
months
ago
,
it
would
have
been
different
.
It
is
too
late
,
now
.
"
"
It
is
not
too
late
,
"
she
cried
.
"
I
will
show
you
.
I
will
prove
to
you
that
my
love
has
grown
,
that
it
is
greater
to
me
than
my
class
and
all
that
is
dearest
to
me
.
All
that
is
dearest
to
the
bourgeoisie
I
will
flout
.
I
am
no
longer
afraid
of
life
.
I
will
leave
my
father
and
mother
,
and
let
my
name
become
a
by
-
word
with
my
friends
.
I
will
come
to
you
here
and
now
,
in
free
love
if
you
will
,
and
I
will
be
proud
and
glad
to
be
with
you
.
If
I
have
been
a
traitor
to
love
,
I
will
now
,
for
love
’
s
sake
,
be
a
traitor
to
all
that
made
that
earlier
treason
.
"
She
stood
before
him
,
with
shining
eyes
.
"
I
am
waiting
,
Martin
,
"
she
whispered
,
"
waiting
for
you
to
accept
me
.
Look
at
me
.
"
It
was
splendid
,
he
thought
,
looking
at
her
.
She
had
redeemed
herself
for
all
that
she
had
lacked
,
rising
up
at
last
,
true
woman
,
superior
to
the
iron
rule
of
bourgeois
convention
.
It
was
splendid
,
magnificent
,
desperate
.
And
yet
,
what
was
the
matter
with
him
?
He
was
not
thrilled
nor
stirred
by
what
she
had
done
.
It
was
splendid
and
magnificent
only
intellectually
.
In
what
should
have
been
a
moment
of
fire
,
he
coldly
appraised
her
.
His
heart
was
untouched
.
He
was
unaware
of
any
desire
for
her
.
Again
he
remembered
Lizzie
’
s
words
.
"
I
am
sick
,
very
sick
,
"
he
said
with
a
despairing
gesture
.
"
How
sick
I
did
not
know
till
now
.
Something
has
gone
out
of
me
.
I
have
always
been
unafraid
of
life
,
but
I
never
dreamed
of
being
sated
with
life
.
Life
has
so
filled
me
that
I
am
empty
of
any
desire
for
anything
.
If
there
were
room
,
I
should
want
you
,
now
.
You
see
how
sick
I
am
.
"
He
leaned
his
head
back
and
closed
his
eyes
;
and
like
a
child
,
crying
,
that
forgets
its
grief
in
watching
the
sunlight
percolate
through
the
tear
-
dimmed
films
over
the
pupils
,
so
Martin
forgot
his
sickness
,
the
presence
of
Ruth
,
everything
,
in
watching
the
masses
of
vegetation
,
shot
through
hotly
with
sunshine
that
took
form
and
blazed
against
this
background
of
his
eyelids
.
It
was
not
restful
,
that
green
foliage
.
The
sunlight
was
too
raw
and
glaring
.
It
hurt
him
to
look
at
it
,
and
yet
he
looked
,
he
knew
not
why
.
He
was
brought
back
to
himself
by
the
rattle
of
the
door
-
knob
.
Ruth
was
at
the
door
.
"
How
shall
I
get
out
?
"
she
questioned
tearfully
.
"
I
am
afraid
.
"
"
Oh
,
forgive
me
,
"
he
cried
,
springing
to
his
feet
.
"
I
’
m
not
myself
,
you
know
.
I
forgot
you
were
here
.
"
He
put
his
hand
to
his
head
.
"
You
see
,
I
’
m
not
just
right
.
I
’
ll
take
you
home
.
We
can
go
out
by
the
servants
’
entrance
.
No
one
will
see
us
.
Pull
down
that
veil
and
everything
will
be
all
right
.
"
She
clung
to
his
arm
through
the
dim
-
lighted
passages
and
down
the
narrow
stairs
.
